Last night Daniel and I took a trip to Stater Brothers grocery store. We wanted to buy steak (they're supposedly famous for their meat selection), and I had perused their sale ad and found a bunch of items we commonly eat (bologna $.99, cornish game hen $.99 a pound, tater tots $2.99) on sale.
In the frozen food aisle we had a hard time locating the cornish game hen. It appeared as though they were sold out. About to give up, we rounded the corner and I spotted the hen on the bottom shelf of a freezer case at the end of the aisle. I left Daniel alone to pick out the fowl and made my way over to the dairy case. With heavy whipping cream and milk in hand, I was searching for american cheese when Daniel grabbed my arm and told me we were leaving. Hastily I began shoving the items I'd picked up back on the shelf. But the bologna is $.99 here. I really did say that to him. He responded by saying he didn't care about cheap bologna.
As we traversed the parking lot headed toward his truck I asked him if he'd seen his ex-girlfriend inside or something. I like the way you think, he said sarcastically before responding that the steak selection sucked and he couldn't stand how crowded the store was. Instead we went to Albertson's where the store was less crowded, the steak selection was better and Daniel didn't blink to pay full price anything.
It's his money. I understand he can do what he wants with his money, including paying $3 for bologna if he so chooses. But because of my finanical situation, it's hard for me to watch him pay full price for anything, when I know he could be getting it for less.
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